"They won't let me stay Freya, not after everything I've done... they don't trust me, and I don't blame them. They just see me as... the bad guy," he confessed before he stood up, beginning to walk away. He didn't want Freya to see the tears slipping from his eyes. "John?" she called out timidly across the almost empty room. He stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath and turning reluctantly, revealing his disappointment. "Yeah?" he asked. "I don't think you're the bad guy."

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓 Making a bet to see who will ask to kiss the other first is easy, right? Not if you're living together. . . © hairtoolong [ slowly editing ]

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